23 comments:

Awww! You just made it twice as hard for the rest of us Sons you bastard!I can't add a thing to that beautiful tribute...except that your predilection for posting images of Baboons is a Subliminal Freudian Avalanche of subconscious desires that is Way too much information and an obvious cry for help.

That was lovely. Photos of your mom always make me smile. She is such a beautiful woman and looks like she has so much strength. You obviously had a wonderful role model in your life. It's a shame all children can't be so lucky.

That is a really lovely post. And this "thing" that a mother has for her child-who can fathom it? A child is the biggest romance, in a way, of our life. Here is a weird, and somewhat gross, thought :). Baby girls come into the world with..oh, there's no good way to say it...the eggs already there -oh, I said it sounds gross. So from day one the knowledge of future children -we carry them with us -they are so much a part of us.

I'll never forget the first time I ever drank red wine, at my brother's 21st birthday party. I must have been 16 at the time... and something about the wine disagreed with me - I wasn't drunk, I only had half a glass!!! But I ended up feeling very ill and throwing up in the lady's room of the lovely restaurant we were in. And who was there brushing my hair out of my face and patting my back? It was my mother.

I have four little ones, and not a day goes by that I am not reminded of what love really is. The love of a child surpasses all other definitions of love...it is love. It is true love. To love one unconditionally, without reason, but with cause, is true beauty in love.

It shows us, gives us hope in loving others...

Oh how great it is to be a mother...hardaches, trials, joys, sadness and all...there is nothing greater, than to love your child.

The world of Farcebook

I have kids on Farcebook. And friends. And a fiance. And all are very intelligent human beings.

I am on Farcebook myself. But it is the TV of life now. It is the simple, devoid of ideas, unintelligent way of humans communicating. I am not saying people who don't Farcebook are any more intelligent, necessarily.

They are people who , I believe, are like newspaper readers are to television viewers --people of more depth -- and I mean that with no disrespect.

And they are people who need and want more depth, not less, in their lives.